3Fortunate fellow that I am! I have lost my shadow!But do not imagine that, like the poor Peter Schlemihl, I havesold it to the Devil! Heaven forbid that any Devil should be stupidor extravagant enough to buy such a Shadow!No; as it came, so it has departed, a thing of mystery, an awfulbore.It is not my natural shadow I speak of; but an unnatural, an im-pertinent Shadow, which of late attached itself to my person, andcould not be shaken o
whether in the glare of sunshine or the pa-le moonlight, in the rays of volatile gas or of explosive camphine.I ﬁrst observed it about six weeks ago. I knew it was a shadow,forInevercoulddetectanythingrealortrueaboutit;nevertheless,to look at it, one would have taken it for a man, or, at the least, amonkey. Ihavehad mydoubts inthelatterpoint.Butno!Iwillnotinsult monkeydom by the suspicion. It was only a Shadow—nomore.When I ﬁrst observed it at a friend’s house, I tried to ﬁnd outwhat it was; but my friend knew as little as myself. It had followedhim from another friend’s, and that friend said it had followed himfrom somewhere else. Of its origin nothing was known. Like allShadows, its nature was involved in obscurity. At any attempt tothrow light upon it, it disappeared entirely—like other Shadows.